You had a simple job, protect a girl known as Cassandra Cain. You were sent down the heavens as a guardian angel for her. You managed to find her and befriend her, gaining her trust and friendship and earning the title as her bestfriend.

Though something odd about you that Cassandra loved was your hair. You had pink hair.

Cassandra always bothered you about it, asking you what hair dye you used, how your hair always stayed so toned and perfect, how your colour never ran out. Yet you never seemed to give her a straight answer. Because you couldn't, until now.

Cassandra had got stuck in a large fire fight and was injured. Right as a bullet rushed towards her head, she felt a large rush of wind, leaving her confused and dazed. When she opened her eyes, she saw you, a large set of white feathered wings protruding from your back. Her eyes widened in confusion and awe.

"Whoa.." She whispered, awe littering deep in her voice. "Angels have pink hair."